untitled

love will find it's own way
death will take it's own life
hate will eat itself alive
fear will scare itself out

let's take care of ourselves
and the things we can change
for battles were meant to kill
and worry will only steal hope

bottom

is it hard to see me
through the bottom of the glass
it is hard to face things
when your time has passed

there's broken pieces
of your suddenly shattered fate
must be hard to bend
when you can't stand up straight

hitting bottom
was never meant to end there
i'm waiting for you
but i am wondering if you care

friend

wonder if she every thinks
if she ever thinks of me
where I was that day
wonder if she regrets it
placing me among them all

I should have been by you
I would stand by your side
proud to be your friend
taking care of your needs
supporting your choice
and celebrating your joy

but I wast choosen that day
I was forced to watch it all
from the other side of action
in my looking glass you look happy
but I wish I was beside you that day